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The rays for sun shine through the cloudy sky. There is no wind (finally!). We even consider swimming in the lake, where a group of young dudes jump happily from the pier. The common sense and the fear of getting a cold take over and we end up just packing, hopping on our bikes and…

I climb out of the tent into the humid, fresh and surprisingly sunny day. The tent stinks weirdly of a moss and the leftovers of yesterday’s camp fire. Despite the more or less comfy sleep in the full bike gear, the night was cold, going somewhere close to 0. But the nature greets us with…

Its the second weird start of the morning in a row. This time someone is starting an engine right in front of our tents. Not quite understanding what’s up I open the tent entrance and see yet another elderly lady working on the rope holding her boat. In fact it’s not early and probably it’s…

I fell asleep packed in a hat and a hoodie out of a habit. The night despite my expectations is warm and that was not really necessary. Around 9 I wake up because someone is shaking my tent and talking weird language to me. I put my sleepy face outside to see the old lady wearing bright blue…

Inspiration is a weird thing. Sometimes it just does not show up and I stumble over weird sentences combined into a wrong order and can’t even write a decent line in Russian. This post has been collecting dust here since the end of summer. This text part is a long intro that has nothing to…